Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
The Move,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.